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[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra] Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yea Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, and nobody get hurt [Afu-Ra] I'm not a bad boy, or a rude boy blood spiller Notice how I touch the microphone like gorillas Dressed in all white, sparking up my tire It's Brooklyn dance y'all, that have me in a trance y'all I slid my way, right up in a jam Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan Put style's together, I inspired Dapper Dan Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo Looking for an empress, and not a ho, yo I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out To kick that Shogun slogan I ordered hennessey mixed with Captain Morgan's And made my way right to the booth, to bust a flow son [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] And all my big body medium and slim body Chaka queens SongtexteA hip hop nigga rocking in reggae scene Arms out, skin out, synchronized as he rock to the beat And can you stand the heat And can you wind your waist, without moving your feet And if you don't like sweating, you should take a seat Yeah yeah, I mixed it out with my homey, Robbie Gandis Pulling a cigar from Havana, like a don dada While lil' ma's eyein' me up in the corner I talk to bartender, an order, two corona's I slid on over, the way she look made me sober Cuz I'm a smooth brother, yeah I kept my composer We danced all night, to guess what, the drama It couldn't be a Brooklyn dance without no drama [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] One shot, two shot, rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat-tat I grab the hand, and we jeted out the spot It was a beef between a yankee boy and Jamerican The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry, shit I held a taxi, and hopped up in the backseat He told the driver, 550 Jay Street And by the way, I'm taking you with me Cuz I, I really really like the way you MC Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I didn't really know you like me Now we both fixing on the party Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, but you can parle with me Cuz that's the way I like things to be [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania